A Grand Day Out
Published Friday, December 23, 2005 by Lightning Jack | E-mail this post
This title may be a little misleading given that it is a quick document of my trip to Scunthorpe, but it's because I watched a load of episodes of Wallace and Gromit the other day with my nieces and nephew and was reminded of how fantastic they are (Wallace and Gromit that is).
Anyway, I went to Scunthorpe to see a friend yesterday, as it's not very far away and I have precious little else demanding my time (other than chronicling my non-adventures on here ofcourse). Didn't really get to see too much of Scunthorpe - I still havn't been into the elusive town centre yet. I am convinced that it doesn't actually have a town centre and that it is actually a myth - I refuse to believe in something based solely on hearsay (not the comically poor band) and conjecture. Just because people say they've been to the town centre doesn't mean that a) they're telling the truth, b) they know the difference between a town centre and a Tesco, or c) they havn't been brainwashed to think that there is a town centre by Scunthorpe's council which, in all probability, is run by the
Demon Headmaster. Also, having just googled the Demon Headmaster, I have just noticed that it comes up with lots of pictures of Jack Straw and now that I think about it the resemblence is uncanny.
Anyway, most of my time in Scunthorpe was just spent chilling like a villain and I didn't really do much exploring so this post is a little pointless, but I did promise a double post so there you go. Although, one thing of note - I did play a most addictive game called '
Pass the Pigs'. I was sceptical at first, but it's really good when you get into it - I was going to say "like Scunthorpe", but that would be a lie. Still, in all fairness, it's probably not as bad as Hull - although Hull does hold sentimental value and atleast it has a town centre.
"I went to Scunthorpe"
End it.
End it now.
I won't cry for you, you're already dead.
Haha yeah I can't really come back from that one.
Hull has a centre. Its not even that bad, its just not good.
The train station to everywhere is in the town centre, we have been to the town centre of Scunthorpe. you just go past Tesco, through the Corus plant, over the bridge, and down the lane past the wharehouses. Corus and Tesco are infact the centre of Scunthorpe. One wharehouse is a club where youthes compare the diameters of their hooped earings and the amount of tracky bottoms they have managed to fit into their socks, and how high they can balance their matching caps on the top of their heads.
Ha yeah that sounds pretty accurate. Scallies are so dense - I can't understand how they don't see just how rediculous they appear to other people. I guess the same can be said for Goths as well, but atleast they keep to themselves and are all mopey and "Crawling in my skin" stylee.